By: Chris Avidano
I stand on the edge
Pondering all that I feel
Wondering how it all fell apart
Breaking up a loving heart.
As I stand, I raise the blade
Knowing I hold the fate of my life
In the hands of my sanity
And all of my mental calamity.
Looking at the blade, I see all the detail
Realizing how the maker gave attention
To each and every detailed line
Creating an intricate, complex design.
This is how my life has become
Where I am no longer able to be impromptu
But, I must have life in a plan
Always taking on more than I can.
This blade is bright with a silver shine
But in a few minutes it will tarnish
And that silver shine will have a red smear
As my life will be gone with no fear.
I lay the blade against my left wrist
Feeling the cold steel touching my skin
The edge is very sharp, like a new razor blade
For that edge will cause my life to fade.
I slowly move the blade across the wrist
Knowing that as it slides, the skin breaks
And I witness the stream of blood
That will soon become a river and flood.
I realize that one incision will not be enough
So as I slightly weaken, I turn the blade
Now getting ready to go from wrist to elbow
And when I am found, they will all know.
I take the blade up my arm, creating a "t"
And this B positive blood of mine
Flows freely from the newly exposed veins
And soon I will not feel these heartfelt pains.
I watch the blood ooze out before my eyes
And it is this sight that causes me to faint
For when I do, I know I will not awake
Proving this suicide attempt was not a fake.
Feeling my knees give out, I fall to the floor
Laying in the pool of blood I created
And as I close my eyes, I begin to cry
Because no one will know the true reason why.
My last thoughts are of love and compassion
Especially to the one I promised to love 'til my dying day
Now, I cannot love them the same way anymore
And to keep this promise is why I am now on the floor.
This person promised always to be here
However, they are no where to be found
So, as their promise to me has died
I have too, wondering if they knew and cried.